ГнилаяЛирика - Черепашки Ниндзя
текст песни

pa ba pa ba
To all the kawabanga who are not their own, I fucked my mouth
Rap land crunk
Don't touch my empty pencil case, four at night
Raise the hatch of empty Moscow to the rhythms of punk
Starts to distribute cunts to everyone

The second dozen, wires, the gadfly bites for the sick
I'm a curl, keeps a bezel
Yellow cars, door to the top, believe it or not
Bilan on the first
school dancing twerk
Everything is fine

The second dozen drives, guests to the mentovka
There people in foot bolts suck rap behind bars
Rap shamed by you
Sing here don't sing
The people will understand only the fraction of Beslan battle

But my rap is like a killer
Four blue-green ninjas are bazaaring with you
Nerves form scale
Only a tortoise shell will save you from life

And when the city doesn't love us anymore
And when people are no longer people to us
When the fire burns out and smolders
The turtle's heart doesn't beat faster

So the telescope asks you and me
Put five fingers on you and me
For the time to peep a beat
But you and I only have three fingers
Well fuck yourself
This world has not seen
However, we are not the sort of dumb individual
We are like everyone
Be proud of everyone and we are proud of everyone
Look how I'm just popping before your eyes
Life is not unique
Give me just one day you will see the battles
Where is the rotten rap?
Where has the sense of tact gone?
Rap today
And tomorrow either hippies or bards
Either a bardel, or a chick model
Either I went looking for heat, or a blizzard
But I'm like you, understand
Relax my kitty, we are all turtles, because the rat rules everything